We are more naughty than five years ago

We are more naughty than five years ago
We are more naughty than five years ago
Anonim

I didn't think that one day I would complain about people's stupidity bothering me, but now this moment has come. I happen to be a mother for the second time, and I have to let it go, this condition allowed me to discover an interesting and rather sad phenomenon. I was also pregnant five years ago, so I have memories of how strangers once treated women with big bellies.

Several acquaintances complained at the time that they didn't give up their seats, or later they didn't help them up or down the stairs with the stroller, or they could barely get to the other side because the drivers didn't stop. Listening to them, I didn't even understand what other planet I was living on, because I've never experienced any kind of inconvenience during public transport.

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The only thing I had difficulties with was crossing the zebra crossing with a baby carriage, the drivers really didn't stop when they saw me sculpting there. And there was also a time when someone on the multi-lane road stopped and wildly waved for me to cross, but of course the others were speeding at a hundred in the other lanes.

Returning to public transport, I never thought that a few years later I would be strengthening the camp of complaining women. But now everything is really different than it was five years ago. Since the winter lasted a long time, the coat covering my belly came off only a few weeks ago. For a long time, I could not assess whether my pregnancy was already visible in front of strangers. What happened one day reinforced this uncertainty in me, because while not in the morning, in the afternoon it was already apparent that I was a new mother. One morning at the tram stop, a man in his forties stood next to me and measured me properly. Yes, I definitely felt like he saw that I was pregnant. A few minutes later, he jumped up the opening door in front of me and sat down in the last empty seat a few inches from me. I was surprised, but I convinced myself that maybe he just thought I was chubby.

Then on the same day on the way home, I got into a rather unpleasant situation. There were many of us again, I stood. An aunt gets down from a nearby seat. In the seat next to him, his girlfriend tells me to sit down. At this, a woman in her forties brings her two elementary school-aged children over like lightning and makes them sit down. He turns his back on me. Okay, I thought, let the children sit down.

But the old lady started arguing loudly with him, why doesn't he give me the seat, can't he see that I'm pregnant? Why, didn't she carry the children in her belly? And he had already jumped up and, loudly continuing his speech, pushed me towards his seat so that I could sit down immediately, and anyway, what kind of world is it that an eighty-four-year-old has to give up his seat. I tried to calm him down, I told him to stay, I'll just stop, I'll get off soon anyway, but he wouldn't let me. It's good that I really only had to wait 5 minutes and got off, because it was very embarrassing.

Either she's pregnant or she's gained weight
Either she's pregnant or she's gained weight

After a couple of weeks, spring came, the coat came off, and everyone could clearly see what was going on. Despite this, nothing has changed. On the bus and the subway, people especially stick to their seats, it simply doesn't occur to them to switch with a woman with a big belly. Not even if I have to stand so close (unintentionally) that their heads are almost in my stomach. They prefer to read intently or use mobile phones, but of course they look around ste althily. The tram is interesting, at least the one I travel on, it's a bit more humane, because it's more common to be noticed and told to sit down.

The worst happened a few days ago. I had to take the bus with our small dog and a backpack on my back. All seats on the bus were occupied. Among the people sitting there are young people, old people, people with tattoos and ordinary people. It didn't occur to anyone that it might not be safe enough for an expectant mother to maneuver standing on the stairs with one hand and a backpack. When someone got up to get off, I was happy, but a young guy from the other side threw himself there, so I didn't even have a chance to sit down in the vacated seat. I waited like this for about 10 minutes. I almost booed. Of course, my husband gave me a good stab at home why I didn't ask someone to give me his seat, but then, there, it was such a humiliating and shitty feeling that I didn't even think of talking to those people, let alone asking them for anything.

Is it really incomprehensible that a pregnant woman doesn't want to sit out of laziness or such privileges, but rather because of fatigue or safety? I'm always afraid that when I brake suddenly, someone will fall on me or elbow me in the stomach, and then who will apologize to me?

Has the world really changed that much? Or was I just very lucky five years ago?

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